The Closet Butterfly

Damian

Today was supposed to be a bright, sunny, wonderful day. It's my first day at my new school and I spent weeks mentally preparing myself for it. Naturally it was just my luck that the moment I step outside my front door, with a small smile on my face, it starts raining. My mom and dad had both left for work early so I had to walk to school in the freaking cold ass rain.

By the time I actually made it to school I was soaking wet. While I didn't live too far from school it was still a good bit for my out of shape self to walk. On top of that it wasn't just raining slightly, it was storming outside. Now standing in front of my locker I keep my head low as my shaggy black hair with red tips sticks to my face." Fuck." I spent hours getting ready this morning and now its all for nothing.

Staring at the wet phone in my hands through my dark crimson contact lenses I fell myself slightly starting to panic. I only had this phone for a few weeks now. I would be in so much trouble if it broke already.
"Please don't break today." I mentally beg. After toying around with my phone I drop my slender shoulders and look towards the ceiling as it finally turns back on. "Yes!"

I shake my head slightly and roll my eyes as water flings off my head. Luckily no one around me got wet. I could only imagine what might happen. I know at my last school people didn't like me very much so even just looking at someone would get me stuffed into a locker. The people there knew better than to actually hit me or leave any proof that they even touched me. My dad was a cop and my mom is a lawyer so everyone figured they would go to jail for the rest of their lives.

That wouldn't have actually happened though, but I wasn't going to tell them otherwise. My parents were often to busy with their jobs to ask how my day had been. I know once I had a bruise on my cheek for three days before they noticed.

I open up my locker and just fiddle around until it's time for classes to begin. I had a map of the school so I knew where my classes where. I look at my phone glancing at the time, the bell would be ringing in just a few more minutes. I figure it's safe to to class now, I close my locker shut and with my head still low I turn around and take a few steps.

I look up just in time to run smack dab into someone causing both of us to fall to the floor on our butts. "Smooth moves there Damien!" I think as I pull myself up off the floor. Once back up I keel down to pick up the scattered piece of my phone that fell apart. "Sorry about that." I say not looking at the person I ran into.

I stop moving around and stay in an awkward squatting position when I see a large hand in front of my face with my phones battery in it. I follow the hand up the arm until I look at the boys smiling face. While staring at his face like a weirdo I reach forward and take my battery confused by his actions. Why was this kid not beating my face in? I slowly stand back up mentally preparing myself to be shoved back to the floor. The guy simply pats my shoulder and grins at me.

"Sorry there bud, I should have been paying more attention to where I was going."

Unable to make words come out my mouth I stand there staring at him. His words melted my heart like butter. He sounded like an angel sent from heaven above which made my heart flutter. He was easily twice as big as I am and a thousand times better looking. His athletic build made me even more scared of him. He looked like your typical high school hot guy. He has the short black I'm a douche bag hair cut, the sharp features you would see on a model. Well mostly, his nose has obviously been broken before.

His lips curl as he stands there letting me stare it him. "Watch yourself there, you're drooling." He smacks my shoulder playfully then walks off just seconds before the bell rings. "What the hell just happened?"

As he walks away I turn watching him go down the hallway. He even looked great from the back, but I would never let him or anyone else find that out. Feeling something run down my chin I quickly flail around trying to hide it. "Shit!" I was drooling.

Wiping away the drool I keep my head low hoping no one saw that. Then I put my phone back together and head to class. Maybe I'll get to be the in same class as him. NO! I can't think that way right now. I refuse to let myself be known as the weird gay kid at this school also.

A frown makes its way to my face as I think of what I may have to do. Ill probably need to make a chick friend, or maybe just no friends at all. Ugh I'm so confused. I don't want to end up hating this school also.